When I first moved to Richmond, I agressively - and some might say viciously - targeted those pesky bikers riding down the side of the street.

But how quickly things have changed.

I had my first ride on Richmond’s public transit system – the GRTC – this morning while working on a story about commuters who save money by choosing to take the bus rather than drive and pay for tolls and parking downtown.

And I have to admit – I was really surprised about the quality of the service. I’ve taken public transit in lots of cities: New York, D.C., San Diego, Chicago, Detroit and Minneapolis; but of all those big cities, I’ve yet to ride on a city bus that was clean, didn’t smell and actually made it to it’s destination on time.

One of the first things I’ve noticed since being in Richmond is the lack for enthusiasm when it comes to professional sports. I am from Detroit. I love the Pistons, Red Wings and Tigers (I disregard the Lions). Everyone loves the Pistons, Red Wings and Tigers. As the NBA Finals started, I was more than excited to watch every second of every game. After Boston took out the Pistons, I figured they better beat L.A.

Whenever I move to a new town – I make a point right off the bat to scope out the best food I can find.

So, this past weekend one of my roomates helped me out by taking me to an awesome pizza place on West Main Street.

Piccola Italy Pizza and Subs may be a greasy spoon to most people, but to me it’s a quintessential stuff-your-face with giant slices of amazing pizza kind of joint.

This past weekend I had only one day off. That day also happened to be the day I was moving into my new apartment. Lucky me.